I generally don’t agree with the advice you give, but I need help and I can’t talk to my friends.
About two months ago I broke off a relationship with a guy I had been seeing for about seven years. I am only 24 years old and I needed to explore other fish in the sea! I immediately hooked up with this Russian guy. It turned out he spoke little English but he treated me amazing. We slept together and he stared deeply into my eyes. He seemed just perfect in so many ways, except he lied to me about his use of hard drugs. I was distressed by how much time he spent messed up on cocaine, K, and E.
At a party I tried to kiss him, but he told me he was too high. I felt rejected. Later, we were supposed to meet....
...too high. I felt rejected. Later, we were supposed to meet. When I phoned he told me that he was too stoned to leave his house. I felt awful. I dumped him over the phone. I was PMSing, which is probably gross for you to know. The next day he came over with a friend who could translate for him. He was high. I told him if he didn’t use drugs so much we could go out. Two days later I went to his house to talk to him and he tried to give me a Christmas present, but I couldn’t accept it because he said he didn’t want to talk about us. I left without saying goodbye.
The dilemma is that I can’t stop thinking about him. I have texted him many times but he hasn’t responded. I want to talk to him because I want to know if he didn’t want to be in a relationship with me and was waiting for me to leave, or if he likes me and for some reason he’s not responding.
What should I do? I need closure. Do you know what’s going on in his head? Am I crazy for trying to resolve things?
For future reference, HH, the next time you want an advice columnist’s full attention—when you want him to, say, stop beating off about a three-way with Saturday Night Live‘s Andy Samberg and Daniel V. from Project Runway and focus instead like a laser beam on your problems—you might not want to open your letter with, “I generally don’t agree with the advice you give but I need help.” If you were being assaulted would you call 911 and scream, “Fuck the pigs!”?
On to my shitty-ass advice: I don’t know what’s going on in his head—and, judging from his drug use, he may not know either. But clearly he enjoys drugs a whole hell of a lot more than he enjoys you. (And considering your people skills, who could blame him?) As to whether or not he ever wanted to be in a relationship with you at all or was waiting for you to leave him or still likes you, blah blah blah, only he knows the answers to those questions and it looks like he’s not telling. Does that deny you closure? No, HH, it doesn’t. He’s giving it to you—hell, he’s fucking slamming you closed.
Then why, if he doesn’t really care about you, was the sex great? Why did he stare so deeply into your eyes? Because, HH, sometimes we click physically and chemically with someone who’s just not right for us—or not all there—and the result can be mind-blowing sex and nothing more. Despite what Pope Benedict would have us believe, sex without love can be fucking amazing. Unfortunately, many sexually inexperienced people erroneously believe that mind-blowing, intensely connected sex must be evidence of a deeper, more-profound connection. Sometimes it is, HH, sometimes it isn’t. (And sometimes people stare deeply into our eyes because they’re having a hard time focusing.)
I’ll conclude my shitty advice with this observation, HH: You broke up with your last boyfriend because you wanted to filet some of the other fishes in the sea. Why so eager to settle down with the very next fish you fucked?
Is there established etiquette for showing appreciation to a person for being a good masturbatory fantasy?
A polite person never says anything to the subjects of their masturbatory fantasies of the roles they play in her inner erotic life. Why? Well, take Andy Samberg for example. If I ever met him, I would opt to discuss comedy or fashion or politics with him, omitting any references to the dozen or more times I’ve pictured him sitting on Daniel V.’s face. That information might make Andy uncomfortable, and then what hope would I have of ever getting into his pants?
Is there anything you can do? Yes, DG, there is: The tactful way to show your appreciation to someone you’ve masturbated about is by making an anonymous donation to a worthy charity in his or her name. (I made a large donation to the American Society for the Preservation of Boyish, Shaggy-Haired Men in the names of Andy Samberg and Daniel V.)
There probably aren’t many people who are loyal readers of both Savage Love and the Economist, but I am one. In the January 5 issue of the Economist there is a subtle reference to santorum—in the Savage Love sense.
“The fall of Rick Santorum, Pennsylvania’s junior senator, is even more eagerly anticipated by the American left. Mr. Santorum is one of America’s most-articulate opponents of all things permissive. His six children are homeschooled; he opposes stem-cell research; he feels that sodomy should be outlawed… James Dobson, the head of Focus on the Family, an evangelical group, praises his ‘integrity, vision, and unwavering commitment to the principles and beliefs upon which the United States was founded.’ Meanwhile, gay activists use his name to denote something indescribable in a family newspaper.”
Thanks to everyone who wrote in about the reference to santorum in the Economist. With any luck Senator Santorum, that conservative fucktard, will soon be remembered only for his singular contribution to the sexual lexicon. One quibble with the Economist, however: It’s not just gay activists who are using Santorum’s name to denote something indescribable in a family newspaper. (This ain’t no family newspaper: Santorum is that frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.) Plenty of straights use the term.
Oh, and speaking of conservative fucktards: My condolences to all the sane people in Canada—the majority in Canada—who voted against your new prime minister, conservative fucktard Stephen Harper. Just as we will somehow survive George W. Bush’s reign of error down here, we trust that you will survive Harper’s—hopefully with your gay marriages, sensible drug reforms, and Kyoto treaty obligations intact.
HEY, READERS: More responses to WILLIE and FS—and responses to responses—at www.thestranger.com/savage/morewillie. And this is last call for free valentines! Send your lover a free Valentine’s Day message by going to www.thestranger.com/valentines. The deadline is Friday at noon!